I thought I would
provide an update from the last blog post. The surgery went fine, thank you so
much for praying. The disease had progressed more than we thought, but Praise
the Lord for good medical care and a Dr. with mad skills. Hopefully the
procedure will last a few years and the need for a hysterectomy can be held
off. Shortly after, I got a fluid infection in my chest. So, it has taken a few
weeks to finally feel back to normal and get moving again at somewhat of a normal
speed.
I am incredibly
thankful for our “family”. There have been so many that have provided us food,
sent cards, texts, carted Michael around, spent the day with me at the Dr.,
came to the hospital, got prescriptions, visited but most of all showed the
love of Jesus. With the exception of one or two, these were all the family that
comes not from blood but, from being bought with a price at the Cross. And so
while the love may have not come from those one would expect, love over bounded
in others.
This coming week I
will turn 35. I had the honor of sharing 24 of those birthdays with my dear
grandmother. I miss the fact that we no longer celebrate together. How she
would request a cheese cake, and mine was usually an ice cream cake or to die
for chocolate.
But, there has
also been much in my 35thyear that have learned, endured, and am
grateful for.
I have heard
someone say that you really can’t claim to have wisdom especially to recognize
the things of your past until you are 30. That you haven’t lived enough life to
claim to know. And, as I think back to this past year, I am beginning to agree.
One thing that has
been such a theme during this year is healing. Not so much the physical healing
in times of sickness, but the healing of the heart. The hard stuff that
requires work, thought, processing, grace, love and God. The stuff that you do
not necessarily want to deal with, but know and can feel in time that it will
creep up to eat you alive. It will feed on and destroy the things that you hold
dear, pick away at relationships till there is barley anything left and all the
while have you believe that it is nothing for you to own.
And so, I have
spent a lot of energy in my 35th year of life wanting to get rid of
those things of my past and eat away, in an effort to live what the Cross says
about them being no more, but also for the tangible fact that I do not want to
pass them to my child. I want my house rules to truly stand for what they mean
when you tell my children to be kind, respect others, love people, be honest, work
hard exedra. And, in my eyes this will include all people. There is no picking
and choosing based on what side of the family they come from, what I think
about how they live their lives etc.
I have had to work
hard on my heart to really put some things behind me. I have had to work and
process on the concept of making a mends with people, really wanting to make
the relationship right in the eyes of God. There are a few people, that I would
love to make amends with as the bible calls,
James 5:16 Therefore, confess your sins to
one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a
righteous person has great power as it is working
Ephesians 4:32 Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving
one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
2 Corinthians 5:19 That is, in Christ God was reconciling the world
to himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting to us
the message of reconciliation.
But at the same time, I know that it would not be received. I know that
it would not be met with the Christly love they claim. I am left to reconcile to an empty chair, fulfilling
my obligation that the bible gives, and praying with all my heart that if it is
God’s will the relationship might be restored. But, also having the peace that
if it is not restored on this side of heaven, there will be one less thing that
God will question me about.
I will say, there is great freedom in healing your heart. Great freedom
in taking the time to take care of you. Great freedom in facing those that show
anything that is less than love, the love that only comes from a heart that
stood before the Cross and dealt.
Thankful for the time to be restored,
Jennifer
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